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[Intro]
Tout doit changer avec le temps
Je dois changer ou mourir
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
The truth comes quickly, I found out
The future’s with me, time runs down
A liar’s with me without a doubt
Come and hit me, strike me while I’m down

[Chorus]
Fortune’s fate in time
I must change or die
Change or die
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Change or die
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Silent secrets, quiet hands
I know their story, an old, romance
Come and kill me while you can
I will take you, this is our last dance

[Chorus]
Fortune’s fate in time
I must change or die
Change or die
Dawn will rise
Dawn will rise
Dawn will rise

[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Fortune’s fate in time
I must change or die
Fortune’s fate in time
I must change or die
Dawn will rise

[Verse 1]
We burned and we bled, we try to forget
But the memories left are still haunting
The walls that we built from bottles and pills
We swallow until we’re not talking

[Refrain]
I… I am a man on fire
You… a violent desire

[Pre-Chorus]
What a dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove
Don’t know why we still hide what we’ve beco-o-ome (oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Do you wanna cross the line?
We’re runnin’ out of time
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove

[Verse 2]
Started a stranger, a lover in danger
The edge of a knife
The face of an angel, the heart of a ghost
Was it a dream?

[Refrain]
I… I am a man on fire
You… a violent desire

[Pre-Chorus]
What a dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove
Don’t know why we still hide what we’ve beco-o-ome (oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Do you wanna cross the line?
We’re runnin’ out of time
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove (oh, oh)

[Bridge]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Refrain]
I… I am a man on fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
You… a violent desire

[Pre-Chorus]
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove

[Chorus]
Do you wanna cross the line?
We’re runnin’ out of time
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
A dangerous night to fall in lo-o-ove (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Video Intro]
Wicked or weakness?
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Album Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It’s been that day for me
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Chorus]
This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah (a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Ever since a young man (since a young man)
All I wanna be was a gunman (was a gunman)
Shootin’ up the charts, better run, man
Y’all gotta see that I won, man
Slick as El DeBarge with the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I’m at large, runnin’ plays like a circuit, JT
I’m sellin’ verses, JT, watch me work it, JT
Look, look… hol’ up!
Don’t judge me! My mama caught me with a strap
Don’t judge me! I was young, fuckin’ all the rats
Don’t judge me! Aimin’ at your head for a stack
Don’t judge! Don’t judge me! Now my home got a Valley peak
Don’t judge me! If I press your line you a freak
Don’t judge me! Won’t you tell a friend? Y’all gon’ see—

[Chorus]
This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah (a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

[Verse 2]
Fuck is you talkin’ to?
Ayy, do you know who you talkin’ to?
Slide on you like fallen drapes
God toss full of carnivals
I kill ’em with kindness
Or I kill ’em with diamonds
Or I put up like fifteen hundred
Get yo’ ass killed by the finest
Everything in life is a gamble
Nothin’ in life I can’t handle
Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more
For the cause, I done put blood on sword
Everything I do is to embrace y’all
Everything I write is a damn eight ball
Everything I touch is a damn gold mine
Everything I say is from an angel

[Bridge]
I don’t rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit
Cannonballs to ignite shit, morning to the night shift
I’m on, I ain’t sorry for it
Ask for a piece of mine, you charged me for it
I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it
I’m in the streets sometimes and can’t afford it
I got a bad habit, levitatin’, duckin’ haters
Oh my! My heart is rich, my heart is famous

[Chorus]
This what God feel like
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
This what God feel like

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Chelsea Blythe]
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
(Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me)
(Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me)
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
(Nobody prayin’ for me)
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
(Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me)
(Nobody prayin’ for me)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I’m losin’ my focus
I feel like I’m losin’ my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you’re miseducated
Feel like I don’t wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain’t no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin’, I’m done pretendin’
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin’
I feel like the feelings are changin’
Feel like my thought of compromise is jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain’t feelin’ you all
Feel like removin’ myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I’ve been in the field for you
It’s real for you, right? Shit, I feel like—

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Ain’t nobody prayin’

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin’ they pockets
I feel like debatin’ on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y’all is peasants
I feel like all of y’all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin’ a real mic
I ain’t feelin’ your presence
Feel like I’ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music though
I feel like your feelin’ ain’t mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin’ of no hope
The feelin’ of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin’, the feelin’ of false freedom
I’ll force-feed ’em the poison that fill ’em up in the prison
I feel like it’s just me
Look, I feel like I can’t breathe
Look, I feel like I can’t sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin’ of fallin’, of fallin’ apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin’ the void of bein’ employed with ballin’
Streets is talkin’, fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill ’em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin’ where ‘Pac was
The feelin’ of an apocalypse happenin’
But nothin’ is awkward, the feelin’ won’t prosper
The feelin’ is toxic, I feel like I’m boxin’ demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin’
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks in bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin’, I feel like take somethin’
I feel like skatin’ off, I feel like waitin’ for ’em
Maybe it’s too late for ’em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for ’em
But who the fuck prayin’ for me?

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Who prayin’ for me?
Ain’t nobody prayin’